Oh My Cron (6)
A written letter for Stacey
because I smashed my keyboard:
Why a death chord? Because…
there had been mocking awes
in every voiced pshaw
smirking behind a mask;
I could hear their snide smile
rubbing against the cloth
It’s not just that I’m fat and ugly.
Oh My Cron.
OMC Stacey, I got banned
for the humanized mice comment…
Mu, Nu, Xi
OMC! Burn my Prom Dress
Zoom zone me out.
Yeah, I’m a dissident variant, but
it’s not only just, OMG, ha, my
muumuu dress dance with ukulele
got banned from Me-meTube; it’s
not just an Aloha
Got banned from Spacey Bookie too
and from the Ticks
of skewed life. Failed school.
School is a place of hurt
anyway. Shouldn’t be
anymore children born
like me, fat Alice abysmal
Burn my Prom Dress ’cause
I have never danced, though
even I was at THE party, but
they hated me, and I
eyed a pill on the floor,
and saw it on the news
so I knew its deadly ruse
when I saved it.
Give out my other letters.
Tell my Mom it was an accident.
Burn my Prom Dress, but my death
wasn’t an accident, it was Science
and Chemistry by the evil, though
they did me a favor.
Remember two years ago?
Yeah, actually, I liked
math and pi and pie, ’cause
my math and science teachers’ chats
were so cool and hot like STEM trends,
hot trends for girls in space, yeah, and
bio lab rats and stuff like that.
Everyone had always known
I was fat and ugly, but
they lie like science lies. It’s a
lie world. It’s
about dead lab rats and mice
and re-education camps
and slave labor and death
Didn’t think I’d fail science, just because
the teachers were afraid to teach or something
I would have learned it as my own blend
if I were brilliant and didn’t need a teacher
didn’t need a boyfriend, didn’t need a friend
I failed science alone because
I had been fat and ugly and too stupid
to have figured out the truth on my own. Yeah, and
Brandon got myocarditis from a booster.
I’m sorry I told you Brandon
was a good guy. He was shy,
nice to me, didn’t know you’d bleed
when he joined the rapeseed club. Didn’t
know it wasn’t about Botany, and I think
Science is evil now without good seeds.
All those humanized mice and puppies, and
I think I was ‘barking up the wrong tree’.
So Science is a political sport not for girls
(or me anyway), renamed fats and oil
in unctuous lies and taunts, and so
Even after another lab leak,
they’re hiding the therapeutics…
My favorite cousins were teased on Spacey Bookie:
labeled obese beasts
and they died without the virus pill.
No therapeutic cry and I miss them.
I could have done a crash diet, but
I swallowed the pill from the floor.
I’m sorry. Give out the other letters.
I’m sorry to leave you behind
to suffer through the Armageddon.
I hope you got the abortion.